Monthly Poetry Section – July 2016

The Bridge

Dedicated to my Sister

The gap of dry muddy time
Has been my friend during the drought
The vacant holes inside my mind

I’ve always been a decade behind
Empty spaces filled with doubt
The gap of dry muddy time

Puzzle pieces are hard to find
When they are lost or are thrown out
The vacant holes inside my mind

I’m learning how to build and bind
The memories I’ve lived without
The gap of dry muddy time

I don’t regret what’s yours or mine
It’s something I’ve stopped thinking about
The vacant holes inside my mind

I’ve built a bridge to cross and climb
I no longer fear the drought
The gap of dry muddy time
The vacant holes inside my mind

My Carousel

The stampede gallops rampantly
Laughter whistles around the wind
I squeeze the reins tighter to tame my fear
Leaky eyes half open-half closed
Trying to view the blurry world
As the dizzy menagerie spins
Inside my carousel

Wasting Time

Wasting time
I plan to unwind
I’m in the kitchen
pouring my wine
Skipped work today
Drinking away
The hours will go
But the buzz always stays
It’s nice to kick back
Just sit and relax
pouring glass after glass
As the time seems to pass
I sit on my ass
Wasting time